[Called out. Childe only grins back at Aether, not ashamed of the fact that sometimes he'll find a little flame to ignite after people are a few beers in or so. He has fun, and he's never lost, so it always ends up in a nice night...for him.]
You wound me Aether. Sometimes, it's the other party who starts the fight with me.
[Sort of. He'll just instigate it even more if he sees the opportunity. He takes a drink of his own cup, satisfied with it- it's exactly what he wanted.]
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You wound me Aether. Sometimes, it's the other party who starts the fight with me.
[Sort of. He'll just instigate it even more if he sees the opportunity. He takes a drink of his own cup, satisfied with it- it's exactly what he wanted.]